Elite Times
When we woke up the light shone through on every field outside
The pastures were green, the water ran clean and there was no telling which way we were going
The factories moved in the clouds rolled in, concrete at every corner
The miserable mind wonders sometimes where it’s all going
Some soft music for these elite times
Some soft music please
When there is nothing there but stone and the flesh has left my bones I could find my way home
See the light through the prison cell, gone is your heart, you bless these things
They come and go but whose doing it
Some soft music for these elite times
Some soft music please+2Elite Times
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